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The Oth­er Door
By John Isbell

This poem, if read right,
Unlocks the secrets of the universe.
It con­tains a galaxy.
It con­tains an arch­i­pel­ago of galaxies.
It con­tains an ant.
It con­tains a sunset.
It con­tains num­ber and geometry.
It con­tains every thought.
It con­tains Thursday.
As the galaxies
Scat­ter like water drops,
This poem catch­es each one,
Spin­ning in infinity.
It con­tains a milkshake.
It con­tains the laws of physics.
It con­tains the col­or blue.
The real col­or blue.
It con­tains all past, present, and future.
It con­tains every house that was ever built.
It is filled with unimag­in­able music:
The music of the waterfall.
It con­tains a tree.
It con­tains a verse of poetry.
It con­tains a key, right here,
To the oth­er door.

Cyn is a proud Mommy & Mémé, professional geek, avid reader, fledgling coder, enthusiastic gamer (TTRPGs), occasional singer, and devoted stitcher.
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